This is pure fucking madness, but I can’t help grinning. One of us will end up dead soon enough, but in the meantime I’m sure things are about to get really fucking interesting. “You realize you’re going to need to learn how to ride a motorcycle now, right?” The thought of her in charge of a bike is instantly hot. Her intensity breaks as a small smile spreads over her face.
“Seriously? That would be kind of badass.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
“Huh. And here was me thinking I would try and keep you out of trouble instead,” she says softly, biting her lip.
It occurs to me how fucked up this is—the fact that we’ve just disposed of a body in the desert in the middle of the night, and I’m swiftly developing a hard on. I laugh like a maniac because I can’t help myself. “All right, then. Sophia Romera, consider yourself the newest prospect of the Widow Makers Motorcycle Club.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Callie Hart is a bagel eating, coffee drinking, romance addict. She can recite lines from the Notebook by heart. She lives on a ridiculously high floor in a way-too expensive building with her fiancé and their pet goldfish, Neptune. Rogue is the first instalment in her Dead Man’s Ink trilogy. Book three will be coming out soon!